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  • When I think of all the worries that people seem to find
    And how they're in a hurry to complicate their minds
    By chasing after money and dreams that can't come true
    I'm glad that we are different, we've better things to do
    May others plan their future, I'm busy lovin' you (1-2-3-4)

    Sha-la-la-la-la-la, live for today
    Sha-la-la-la-la-la, live for today
    And don't worry 'bout tomorrow, hey, hey, hey
    Sha-la-la-la-la-la, live for today
    Live for today

    We were never meant to worry the way that people do
    And I don't need to hurry as long as I'm with you
    We'll take it nice and easy and use my simple plan
    You'll be my lovin' woman, I'll be your lovin' man
    We'll take the most from living, have pleasure while we can (2-3-4)
    I’ve always loved that song. Live for today. My mental D.J. teed that one up to spin on my inner turntable as I was beginning to follow the thread that I picked up that led me to this tale. It’s about living in the moment, it’s about time, and it’s about conquering fear. The tale, that is. They’re all related.

    The song? Well, it literally was about living for today, getting pleasure while we can, the future be damned, and one might argue that it was that line of thinking by that generation that got us into the mess we’re in today. O.K., but that’s another story. I don’t hear all that when I hear that song. It’s always been one that reminds me about living here and now, in the moment, and not letting worry and fear eat away at my ability to fully step into this moment. That’s what I love about it. Plus, it was written and played by the Grass Roots. Loved that band’s name. I was a Grass Root, once. A Grass Root for George McGovern. I even have a button and a T-Shirt somewhere to prove it. I did my part. You can’t blame Nixon on me, no sir. Me and Lynnrd Skynnrd, we have a clean conscience on that subject!
  • But, back to the tale. It seems that I had slipped away from what works for me, from living in the moment. I’d started taking the extra hour or two of sleep in the morning, instead of getting up at 4 to do my morning reading, reflection, meditation, and Cowbirding thing. I blamed it on the allergies and the allergy medication. It was making me tired all the time. Even with the extra hour or two of sleep I was getting, I was still tired – a lot. I had good reasons, good justifications for why I was tired all the time. So, I didn’t take the medicine Sunday night. Maybe I’m over the allergies. Monday night, the allergies came back with a vengeance, and I was up most of Monday night with a sinus headache. O.K., back on the medication.

    This morning, blessedly, I woke up at 3:45, and I felt like I was ready to go. I’d been having a most compelling dream that I thought about trying to go back to sleep to get back into, but something else pulled me away from that thought. A thread. Gently pulling at me. “Follow me”. So, I got up. And, that’s when I realized - it’s “the moment”! It’s back. I’m back in it. Didn’t realize I wasn’t, before that moment that I knew I was back in it.

    It is full. It is here. It is now. Full of love, and life, and all of the things that matter in the world. Right here – right now. There is nothing more important than this. Sitting here, in the moment, fear is a distant memory. Even though I was fully in its grips just yesterday, it is just something that I remember, and think “yeah, you were sure mind-fucking the hell out of yourself there, weren’t you, kid?” Uh-huh. Fear will do that to ya. Doesn’t take much of it. You let it creep in there, and set up shop, and the next thing you know, you’re freakin’ nuts behind it.
  • Time. What I’ve noticed, in those times when I am not fully in the moment, or at least, as fully as I can be at this point in my journey, time becomes my enemy. It seems that I am constantly at its mercy, constantly struggling against deadlines, putting things off until the time is right, and then scrambling when the right time never showed up and now I have to hurry through something that really needed to be given my full attention and deliberation. It’s never like that when I’m taking the time to live fully in the moment. Then, time is just something that tells me when to leave what I’m doing to go on to the next thing. It’s just a marker. O.K., you’ve quiet-timed and Cowbirded enough, now. Go get showered and grab some grub and out the door to work you go, big guy. And, so it goes. Moment to moment. No fear. No struggle with time. No making myself bat-shit crazy.

    It’s all right here – in this moment. It all sounds so simple, so easy, so “oh, just stop worrying and live in the moment, already!” It is simple, but it sure as hell ain’t all that easy to do. It requires letting go of all that worry, all those “shoulds” (as in “I should be doing this, or that, or that”) – the only should I should be doing is not listening to any of those shoulds. They should just shut the f***k up!

    But, now that I’m back in the moment, my intention is to stay here. Fear and time will just have to wait.
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